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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.