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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
the Association,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.