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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.