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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Chrome to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.