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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.