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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Mr. Review 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.