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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Crime,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.