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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.