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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Move,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.