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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
June Days,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.