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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.