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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.