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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.