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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.