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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
DNA,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Organ,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.