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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.