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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Television to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
CMW,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.