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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
the Association,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.