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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.