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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.