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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.