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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.