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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.