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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.