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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.