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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.