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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.