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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
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.