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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.