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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
The Move,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.