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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.