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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.