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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Dave Gahan 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.