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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
The Move,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.