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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.