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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.