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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
CMW,
The Wake,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.