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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.