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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
AZ,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.