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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Fugs 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.