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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.