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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Can,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.