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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.