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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.