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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.