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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.