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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.