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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.