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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Monolake,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.