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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Television,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.