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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.