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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.