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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.