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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.