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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
UT,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.