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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Tears for Fears 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Pole,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.