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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
The Index,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.