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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.