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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Pole,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.