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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.