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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.