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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.