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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.