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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
PIL,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.