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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
New Order,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.