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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.