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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Nico,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.