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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.