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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.