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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.