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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Brick,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.