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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.