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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Wings,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Brick,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.