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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
DNA,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.