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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.