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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.