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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.