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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Japan,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.