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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.