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 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.