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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.