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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.