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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Skarface,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.