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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.