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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.