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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.