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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Nas,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.