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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.