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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.