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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Gong,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.