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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
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.