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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.