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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Fear,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.