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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.