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 Angola 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.