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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
10cc,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.