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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Fear,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.