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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.