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 Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.