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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.