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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Wings,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.