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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.