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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The New Christs to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.