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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.