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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.