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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s 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 the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Hoover,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.