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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.