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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
cv313,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.