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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.