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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.