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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.