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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 AZ to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.