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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Josef K,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.