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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.