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 Egypt and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.