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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.