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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.