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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.