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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.