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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Mars,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.