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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
The Wake,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Cymande,
X-101,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.