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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
UT,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.