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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.