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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.