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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.