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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.