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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.