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 Sudan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.