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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.