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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.