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 Australia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Lyres,
AZ,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.