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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.