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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.