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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.