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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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?
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.