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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
The Names,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.