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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Audionom,
AZ,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.