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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.