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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.