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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.