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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.