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 New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.