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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.