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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Qualms,
AZ,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.