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 Djibouti 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.