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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.