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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Television,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.