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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.