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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Index,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Malaria!,
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.