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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.