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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.