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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.