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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.