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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.