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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.