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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Television,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.