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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.