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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Index,
New Order,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.