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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 The Standells 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.