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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.