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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.