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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Skarface,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.