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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.