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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.