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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.