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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Nas,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.