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 Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.