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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.