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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.