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 Armenia and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
New Order,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.