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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
World's Most,
The Index,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.