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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.