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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
John Holt,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.