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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.