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 Monaco 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 Victims to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
10cc,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.