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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
JFA,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.