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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Can,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.