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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.