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 Laos 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.