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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Fear,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.