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 United States and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.