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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.