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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Television,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.