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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Inner City,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.