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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.