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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Franke,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.