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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.