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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
The Human League,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.