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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.