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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.