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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.