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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.