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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.