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 Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.