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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.