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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Can,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.