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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.