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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Ossler,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.