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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.