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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.