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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.