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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.