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 Cuba and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.