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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.