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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Sonics,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.