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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.