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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.