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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.