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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
MC5,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
10cc,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.