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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Index,
Skarface,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.