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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.