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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.