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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.