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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.