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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.