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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.