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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Pole,
Kayak,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.