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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.