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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 oboe 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.