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 Iceland 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.