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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.