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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.