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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.