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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.