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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.