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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
June Days,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.