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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.