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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Can,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.