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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.