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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.