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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.