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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Busters 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.