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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.