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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.