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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.