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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.