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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.