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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
New Order,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.