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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.