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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.