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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.