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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.