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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Index,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Yaz,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.