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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nas to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.