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 Oman and from Accra.
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 Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.