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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.