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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.