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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Fear,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.