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 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.