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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.