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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.