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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.