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 Solomon Islands 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.