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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.