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 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.