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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.