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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.