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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.