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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.