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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.