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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors 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?
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.