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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.