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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.