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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.