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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.