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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Index,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
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.