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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.