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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.