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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.