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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.