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 China and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.