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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Smog,
June Days,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
The Gories,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.