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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.