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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.