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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Faust,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.