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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.