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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Nas,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.