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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Model 500 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.