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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
New Order,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.