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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.