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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.