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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.