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 St Lucia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.