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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.