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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.