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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Faust,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.