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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Index,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Fear,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.