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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 güiro 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.