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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
The Motions,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.