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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Technova,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.