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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.