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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.