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 Belize and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.