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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.