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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.