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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.