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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.