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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.