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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ronan to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.