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 Chile 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.