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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.