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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Real Kids 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.