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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Erasure,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.