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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.