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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
The Index,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.