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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.