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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.