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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.