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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.