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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.