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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.