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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.