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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.