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 China and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.