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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.