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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.