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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.