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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.