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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.