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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.