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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.