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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.