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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Swans,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.