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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.