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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.