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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.