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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.