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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.