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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.