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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.