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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.