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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
The Index,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.