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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.