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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Almond 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.