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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.