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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.