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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.