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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Index,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.