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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lalann,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.