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 Belize and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.