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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.