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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.