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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.