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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.