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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.