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 Algeria 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Tremeloes 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.