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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.