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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.