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 Greece and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.