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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.