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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.