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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.