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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
MDC,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.