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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.