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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Techniques to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.