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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.