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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.