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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Cluster,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.