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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
New Order,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.