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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.