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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Fear,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.