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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.