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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Yellowson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.