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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.