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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.