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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.