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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.