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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.