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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.