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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.