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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.