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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.