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 States and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.