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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.