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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.