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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 The Smiths 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Names,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.