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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Crime,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.