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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Can,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.