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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
MC5,
The Sound,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.