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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Index,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.