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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.