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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.