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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.