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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.