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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mars to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.