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 the UAE 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.