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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.