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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.