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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.