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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.