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 China and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.