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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.