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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.