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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.