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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.