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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.