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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.