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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
PIL,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.