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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Remains to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.