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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 10cc to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.