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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
PIL,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.