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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.