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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.