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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.