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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.