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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.