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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Smog,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.