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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Mandrill 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.