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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.