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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Fear,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.