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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.