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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.