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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.