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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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?
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.