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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.