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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.