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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.