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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.