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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.