Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.