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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Visage,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.