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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.