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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.