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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.