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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.