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 Latvia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.