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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.