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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.