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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.