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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.