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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.