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 Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Q65,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.