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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.