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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.