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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.