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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
June Days,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.