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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dead C to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.