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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.