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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Television,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.