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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Wings,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.