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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.