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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.