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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.