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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Arcadia 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.