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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.