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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.