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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.