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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Index,
The Remains,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.