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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ten City to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.