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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.