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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.