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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.