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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.