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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.