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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Organ,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
cv313,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.