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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Crime,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.