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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.