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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.