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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.