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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.