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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.