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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.