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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.