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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
ABC,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.