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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Fire Engines to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.