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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.