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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Index,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.