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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Blossom Toes 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.