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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.