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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.