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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.