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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.