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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Rekid,
UT,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.