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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Gong,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.