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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.