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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Television,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.