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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.