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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.