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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.