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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.