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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.