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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.