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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.