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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.