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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.