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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.