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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.