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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.