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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.