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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.