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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Nico,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.