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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.