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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.