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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Vainqueur,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.