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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.