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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
CMW,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.