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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.