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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Can,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.