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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
the Association,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
The Associates,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.