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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.