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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.