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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.