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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.