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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.