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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.