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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.