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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Index to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.