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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.