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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.