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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
The Monks,
The Index,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Cameo,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.