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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.