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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.